to Wolf Night; a tissue exchange bank seems so logical eh?
For someone who felt i really was a girl all my life it is simply a sensuous dream come true. I didn't believe it could happen for me but the lovely proof is revealed by glancing down, my vision in a mirror or squeezing myself good morning. Size matters little to me but being real is yuuge

I purchased breast forms long ago but found that only worsened my feeling of being fake even if it helped to fill out a blouse.
I have always had breasts and they have always been an erogenous zone and symbol for me even if somewhat underdeveloped. I dreamed of being a mom and nursing my babies. I had a minor degree of gynecomastia as a young adult and loved it when people noticed my little tits. They are an essential part of my transition and learning curve as they actually affect balance, posture, clothing and so much more. American culture equates breasts with sexuality and that conflation also comes with occasionally unwanted attention or worse.
I am happy to be pushing a b cup and find this size allows me greater freedom to go braless without exaggeration. Having breasts is exquisite in my intimate world and a wonderful sensation every single day. Love the bounce and i love the handfuls of joy that help my body to finally feel right and normal.